A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.
The pockmarked concrete sign of Substation #2 over the control room that faces the highway.
The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.
The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
An industrial cart next to an inspection point on the evaporator floor.